NFA:1980's - Worked my ass off every single day of the week, used and abused by employers who thought I was a slave and not an employee, literally couldn't afford to eat every day and rarely ate three meals a day1990's - BIG up swing in prosperity. Got married, bought a house. Nice balance between work and life2000's - Marriage going great, life was good, became a millionaire. Inherited a kid. Worked too damn much.2010's - Marriage still going good, became a multimillionaire. Work my ass off every single day dealing with the problems of others. Don't eat every meal, sometimes skip days eating because of too much work and health problems. Dream of retiring every single day.

"It's just an inescapable truth that people feel nostalgic for their youth and think that whatever particular era they happened to grow up in was the best time to be had in all of history. My mom was always keen for the fifties, which she remembers as a time of decency and stability, a land of Ozzie & Harriet wholesomeness. My uncle, a few years younger, will never stop reminiscing about the sixties and the freewheeling hippie lifestyle he briefly embraced -- it was all about weed and the Beatles, I would judge from his rambling stories. A certain coworker of mine pines for the decadent seventies in New York City, and makes veiled references to hedonistic times he enjoyed in the Disco Era. And we all know some people who yearn for the electric-blue eighties or the grungy nineties...

...misguided sentimentality, I tell you. Everyone only remembers the good parts of their vanished salad days, clinging to pop culture artifacts and hazy impressions of national unity or youthful abandon. But I suppose I am no different, because just like them, I'm convinced that my youth occurred in the greatest time in human history -- the Millennial Era. Oh, what a decade. It was initially defined by the earthshattering events of September 11th, which we watched as wide-eyed children. I can still remember the thrill of that day, the incredible spectacle of destruction, and the air of excitement as we hoped for more attacks to disrupt the monotony of life, wig out the adults -- and maybe get us out of school for another week. No puny Woodstock concert or piddling Watergate scandal can ever match the importance and the sheer awesomeness of 9-11, that is indisputable...

...and that was just the opening trumpet blast of a decade that charged out of the gates like a juggernaut. Another significant terrorist attack never materialized, but Hurrican Katrina was almost as compelling -- remember the Superdome footage and all those drowning black people? Glorious. In the Millennial Age, we were still blessed with a cool tough guy as our President, a man who made you feel good about America as we were blowing up terrorists and taking over countries like a farking boss. The economy was pumping full throttle and the roads were dominated by giant Hummers and Escalades, where the heck have those all gone? Music? Rock and roll evolved past its questionable beginnings and reached a zenith of pure kick-assedness in the form of Korn and Limp Bizkit; classic anthems such as "Freak on a Leash" and "Nookie" were the soundtrack to a nation proudly moshing into the unlimited future. So many other great things to mention, I could go one forever. Pokemon. The Matrix sequels. The Star Wars prequels! Survivor and American Idol. Britney and Backstreet, Xtina and N*sync. 50 Cent. Ritalin and Adderall. The Saw movies. MySpace. iPods. The Nintendo Wii. And it all led up to the coolest pop culture event in history -- the release of James Cameron's Avatar, unquestionably the greatest film ever made. We all saw it, we all loved it, it redefined the possibilities of cinema for all time. What a great closing note to an unstoppable decade.

Yes, I dare any of you fogies to make a case for your crappy youths. I'm sorry, but you were mere precursors to the Millennial Age, a triumphant time that can never be matched. And to the kids coming up now in this new decade -- sorry, f**gots, but the real party is over and you're just gonna have to fight over our scraps."

The 90s were good times. I guess the old racists don't care for them because they marked when hip-hop/rap culture really became mainstream, but there was plenty of good stuff going on. History will remember Bill Clinton has one of our best Presidents ever.* Don't ask don't tell* Defense of Marriage Act* Juanita Broaddrick* White House FBI files controversy (found on clinton's desk)* Attack of Yugoslavia (I know it's only wrong when bush attacks a nation w/o provocation)* Waco (Hey it's ok to murder people whose religion you disagree with)* Elián González* Whitewater* Commercegate* Chinagate* Bombing of Iraq (I know it's only wrong when bush does it)* Cruise missile strikes on Afghanistan* Cruise missile strikes on Sudan* Al-Shifa pharmaceutical factory bombing* Refusal to accept osama bin ladin as a prisoner.

yeah... hell of a decade* Gennifer Flowers

You forgot Lewinsky and McDonalds. So, so close to perfection. It's omissions like this that keep the true artist up night.

Let me explain this to the youths. Back in this mystical era around 1996, people actually got paid solid cash for putting things in HTML. No, no.. I'm not talking about Ruby on Rails, six jQuery frameworks, and 300 CSS templates for a half-hearted handjob, like today. I'm talking about "A HREF", "BLINK", "TABLE TR TD", resizing GIFs, and uploading them paid actual money. Things we expect competent first graders to do today. If you could string together 50 lines of C or Perl, you were a demigod.

TuteTibiImperes:The 90s were good times. I guess the old racists don't care for them because they marked when hip-hop/rap culture really became mainstream, but there was plenty of good stuff going on. History will remember Bill Clinton has one of our best Presidents ever.

Except for that whole "create a bubble that will implode the entire economy" thing.